teamposts | Yayoi's Heart

No. . .? It's one of the twelve teams in the art gallery.

[head tilt]

Though I don't recognize that shade of blue, either. It's not Iris, and it's definitely not Celeste

[His expression goes blank, hiding whatever he's feeling.]

What gallery? This is Aquarius.

The art gallery. . . [trails off, visibly confused]

Um, nevermind. Are you sure I can't help you clean up in here? The Greeter told me to ask Yayoi. . .

[Something flickers over his face, but he throws up a smile to cover it.]

Yayoi's resting. I don't think she'd mind if you wanted to try.

. . . I'd like to try. If you don't mind?

I don't mind . . . There are probably some towels you can use in the closet.

[gestures at the veeery end of the hall. It's not so much a closet as some shelving set into the narrow back wall. A pile of thin looking towels takes up one shelf, all in Aquarius blue.]

Thank you! I'll give it my best shot.

[nods at him, before scurrying off to the closet to grab some towels]

[Towel get! . . . It really doesn't seem like even a towel will be enough of a match for the hallway.]

[. . . no, it doesn't :( but she is determined! Starts. . . attempting to mop things up]

[You manage to make it through one of the puddles before the towel is nearly soaked through, leaving streaks of blood where it touches]

[noooo :( heads towards the basin again, filling it with water and dumping the towel inside to let it soak]

[grabs another towel and works through another puddle. repeats the above process until she's all out of towels]

[The hall does look better! Most of the puddles are just streaks now, but there's still spatter on the wall and footprints and streaks everywhere . . .]

[sadly she is out of cloths to clean that up]

[heads towards the closer of the two doors (the one the voices weren't coming from) and takes a peek in that room]

[There's a small, blood-covered blond boy laying in bed in there.]

[oh noooo someone is injured in here!]

[rushes over to check on him immediately]

[It looks like he's been patched up already. There are fresh bandages covering his eye and part of his face, and a few more in other areas. He looks like he's sleeping peacefully for now.]

[o-oh good. but does that weird not-Iris know about him]

[goes back out in the hallway]

E-excuse me, sir!

[Kit leans out of the other doorway again]

What is it?

There's someone injured in this room! He's asleep, but will he be okay?

You went in there?! Don't open that door! He needs to stay asleep!

I-it's okay! He's asleep! I didn't wake him up!

Well don't go in there again!

Well you should put a sign on the door or something! "Beware: Sleeping injured person, do not enter!"

It's not like we were expecting visitors!

Well!

[. . . okay no arguments there]

What will happen if he wakes up?

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